This post brought to you by Fitz, the Christmas puppy. Soon after this picture was taken he shredded one of his presents open.
Pardon my brevity today, but last night we had a fun adventure to the ER, after Boyfriend cut himself with a giant knife attempting to slice shallots for dinner. Thankfully he didn’t need stitches, and we were in and out of the ER in under an hour (it’s a Christmas miracle!). We scrapped dinner and went out for Thai food instead, which would have been my suggestion all along since I prefer to let professionals do my cooking for me. Last night’s incident further solidified why I never, ever cook. I know technically one of us has to if we don’t just want to subsist on cereal and take-out, but I can safely say I’m put off of the idea for at least another 10 years after having to clean up the murder scene in our sink.
The sad/funny thing was, the only other person in the ER with us was an older woman in an apron, clutching a bloodied towel around her hand. She ended up needing stitches, according to the attending Physician’s Assistant who saw Boyfriend. Tis the season for knife injuries!